#woo kyung cha

[divineei]

TOOTM  one. to keep a promise

! ko kyungjun x fem!reader

a/n. this shit took so long omfg. whoever said writing was easy can suck my nonexistent left nutsack.

"i don't get why this is even a discussion."

"oh, cmon! you don't think the conflict around it is interesting?"

"whether its interesting or not doesn't matter because this shouldn't be an existing argument. if your partner or someone you love commits a murder and there's serious evidence pointing back to them, how could you just act like it's not even there?"

"dude, you're missing the point entirely. the question is not about what you would do in that situation, it's about what you should believe."

"that's so stupid. the only factor you should need is evidence. it doesn't matter if the accused is a long time friend, your partner, or even your child. sure, your judgment on their character is still relevant, but if their fingerprints were found at the crime scene there's just no way you can objectively ignore their culpability. at that point, you should either believe your partner is guilty or at best remain undecided."

"in that case, would you say that following the evidence is morally required?"

"absolutely."

"you don't think there might be other ethical factors to consider?"

"for example?"

"even though the evidence is strong, there's still a chance they might not be guilty. imagine how it would feel like to be innocent and have no one believe you, not even your own partner! by not supporting them you run the risk of seriously hurting them on a crucial time of need. and consider what this lack of trust would do to your relationship. could you really go on after seriously suspecting–and believing–they're a murderer?"

"are you saying you'd rather ignore the crimes of your partner, even when the truth is staring you in the face, just for the sake of love?"

outside of the ethical dilemma resonating through yoon yn's headphones, the girl shifted around on her seat. her limbs felt numb from remaining unmoving for so long and, even though the only companion by her side was her bag, the compact space paid no mercy on her back. 

after finding a comfortable position she set her eyes on the view outside the window. sunlight hued over the fields of grass and the occasional farm, making the rural landscape imitate a painting in motion shaped by the most gentle brush strokes. the scene felt so engrossingly peaceful, she could almost feel the gale caressing her features despite the glass separating her from the world. 

yn couldn't help but thank the scene–and the long lasting battery of her headphones–for giving her something to focus on, seeing as the ride to the resort her class was directed towards had resulted to be such an otherwise tiresome one. 

"YES!"

an obnoxious voice popped yn's bubble in spite of the maximum volume she'd set for her podcast. distracted by the sound she turned to glance at the very back of the bus, where the students grouped up at the last row of leathered seats frowned in unison at heo yool–who mocked them with the cheekiest grin one could imagine. judging by their sullen looks, yn figured the citizens had lost yet another round of mafia, a game they'd been playing for who knows how long.

she recalled when her classmates had urged her to join the game the moment she stepped into the bus, which she declined, prioritizing her tranquility over the headache she knew they'd give her, yet promising she'd join in the next time. 

after figuring out the source of that ruckus yn set her focus back on her podcast, purposely missing the eyes of the guy she'd been avoiding to the best of her abilities for days now.

just a few rows behind her, kyung jun's eyes never left yn as she disappeared between the sea of heads flooding the bus, and his scheme of intentionally leaving the space by his side unoccupied for her came to mind, especially remembering how his grand plan backfired when that fucking basketball-star-wannabe gave up his seat for her.

that annoying prick just couldn't get the memmo, couldn't he? to him, hyun ho had always been a nuisance; a pest that treaded on yn's heels at every chance he got–even when she used to hang onto the feared delinquent's arm.

"they're so loud," kyung jun muttered. he'd been trying to settle down the bittersweet echoes of his mind since the start of that damned school trip, in vain, since the blaring voices behind him made the flare that was his temper even harder to quell than any of those memories.

luckily, he needn't lift a single finger to make the commotion stop, and he was able to get some peace of mind thanks to his lackeys acting as spokesmen for his aggravation. 

on the other side of the large vehicle, kim so mi sneakily took pictures of the class president. 

"hey look, isn't he gorgeous?" the vice president called, showing what was sure to be one of her new favorite pictures to her friends seated behind: park ji soo, cha yoo joon and park woo ram. "doesn't this belong in a magazine? how can he look so gorgeous?" so mi repeated with a dreamy sigh, looking at her screen.

"i will tell jun hee tomorrow that you took a photo of him," woo ram threatened with a playful smile.

"oh yeah? what if i tell yn about all the videos you have?" so mi replied, pointing at the camera that always hanged around the guy's neck. 

"please do, maybe i'll finally seduce her."

"oh my god," exclaimed yoo joon, "you are so delusional."

"why?" he lifted one of his hands in response to the very serious offense.

"dude, you barely talk to her."

"woo ram, you have the same chances of getting with yn as me and yoo joon of breaking up." ji soo stated.

the guy in mention glanced at his girlfriend, seemingly unaware of the joke. "that's zero, right?" question to which ji soo only rolled her eyes.

"i don't care what you say," woo ram brushed off. "i know she's the love of my life."

"ko kyung jun!" called out so mi.

like a tiny animal trying to save itself from a threatening predator, woo ram jumped to the empty seat by his side, hiding from the vandal's peripheral as much as possible while the rest of his companions laughed.

"fuck, kim so mi!" he cried out, "you trying to get me killed?"

"relax, he's not even looking," revealed the vice president with a cheeky smile.

as if they'd rehearsed it, the four students turned around to catch ko kyung jun's eyes still set on yoon yn, and by the looks of it, he didn't have any plans to cease his staring.

"not seeing them together is kinda weird," yoo joon pointed out.

"does anyone know why they broke up?" so mi asked to her peers, who all looked at each other expecting an answer none of them had.

"whatever," dismissed ji soo, "yn is better off without him anyway."

"yeah, she's been around us a lot more since then." agreed so mi.

"i bet kyung jun barely let her talk to us."

"right? he looks like the controlling type."

"i would never treat her like that." acknowledged woo ram, making his way back into the conversation only to get beaten back down by the three others.

the time inside the bus seemed to work differently than the rest of the world. minutes and hours mixed up in a disorienting spectacle that at least seemed to follow the sun setting over the horizon. 

when they finally arrived to the resort, the only source of light were the numerous lamps adorning the streets and the inviting shine of the building before them.

with the bus door finally opened, the students of class 2-3 thronged the exit with overwhelming excitement. the trip had been longer that the teacher had promised and everyone was ready to get comfortable on their temporary rooms. of course, that included yn, who unfortunately had to wait for the rest of her classmates to take their suitcases out of the loaded trunk since her luggage ended up dropping to the back during the ride.

after everyone collected their belongings, the girl was able to retrieve her case at last. it was somewhat heavy but the tiny wheels at the bottom made it easier for her to slide the valise out of the bus' compartment. taking out the retractable handle, yn rolled her suitcase for at most six steps before someone else got ahold of it.

"what are you doing?" she questioned, but the guy simply walked away while pulling her luggage along and up the stairs.

"kyung jun." 

at the sound of his name, he stopped. walking towards him, yn stood right between the entrance and the suitcase-stealer. 

"what do you think? i'm helping you."

"i can do it myself." yn chided, staring him down harshly.

kyung jun had received many looks like that one throughout his life. from parents, teachers, students... they were all identical, ranging from disappointment to resentment and back. he was used to it. it was his day to day, how could he not be? yet he never imagined the same eyes that used to watch him with so much endearment would scrutinize him so cruelly. 

"you used to love when i carried your stuff." he reminded her, scanning yn's face for a spec of something–anything–he hoped could save him from the pain her gaze struck him with.

the girl let out an exasperated sigh. why couldn't he leave her be? why was it that, no matter how much she wanted to distance herself, he always found a way to squeeze back into her life? 

yn grabbed the handle of her suitcase and pulled. she wanted to leave, to get away from his side and free herself of his piercing eyes. unfortunately his strength surpassed hers, and she was forced to stay as he kept his grip.

"can you let go?" 

"yn," he asked but the girl just focused on the luggage he kept hostage. "can we talk?"

"about what?" she sneered, speaking with as much disdain her troubled feelings allowed.

"you know what." 

once again, she sighed. his antics were so infuriating; always pushing down the barrier she tried to put between the two. 

"not now."

"then when?" he instantly snapped back, then took a deep breath to stop his grating tone. "you always say that but then you ignore me for days."

"look, i don't have time for this." for the second time, she attempted to retrieve her case. "i promised i'd help with the preparations for the class picture, so–"

"oh, c'mon," and still, he pulled back. "since when do you care about this school-spirit-bullshit?"

he was right, yn never involved herself with whatever activities the school came up with. time and time again, they'd skipped so many classes as to not get involved with all those school projects they both deemed as meaningless, deciding to spend their mornings strolling around parks and nearby shopping districts instead. but that wasn't an option anymore, and yn needed some way to blurr the images that kept torturing her with the agonizing nostalgia of a broken relationship.

"promise me we'll talk. tonight." 

"sure," for the third time, she attempted to take back her luggage. but his answer was the same.

"no, yn. promise me."

with every fiber of her being, yn summoned the last shreds of her patience and met his gaze. his eyes held her captive, beseeching her in silence to unravel the troubles he was willing to share with no one but her, and the hypnotic pull of his gaze weakened her willpower to resist.

"i promise." she reluctantly gave in.

as kyung jun finally released the carry-on, yn didn't even bat an eye before snatching it up and walking away. however, as she made her way into the resort center, she couldn't help but feel frustrated with herself for falling for his tricks. all the effort she had put into avoiding him seemed to have gone down the drain so quickly, leaving her feeling defeated.

not wanting kyung jun to catch up to her, yn rushed inside the building. 

warm lights illuminated the vast entrance, composed by a lounge area with leathered sofas that accentuated the beige walls with brighter colors and a water dispenser conveniently placed next to the cushioned seats. at the center, a beautiful statue engulfed by faint blue lighting towered over everything below. the perfectly crafted marble giant was impossible to miss, looking like a still guardian watching over the resort's grounds. yet that didn't stop yn from overlooking the sign with the qr code needed for the resort's wifi and facility app.

following the arrows pointing out the way towards the elevator, yn got in and pressed the button labeled dormitories. the heavy doors slid and shut before the steel cage trembled, signaling its vertical movement. suddenly, the girl felt the air tighten inside her chest, twisting her lungs in a way that seemed to strangle them. oxygen got caught up in her throat as images of cables snapping and an imminent fall to her death plagued her mind. in, out, in, out. yn's breath increased as rapidly as tidal waves when the lights malfunctioned and in between flickers, she saw a dark figure out of the corner of her eye. 

the moment she snapped her head back to take a look, a faint bell announced the door sliding open. taking in the air as steadily as she could, yn grabbed her suitcase and escaped the cage of death. frightened and disoriented, she questioned if what just concurred has been a quick fever dream or reality. and if it wasn't, why did her mind torture her like that? as far as she knew, never in her life had she experienced something that'd cause this crippling fear of high spaces. so why...?

she shook her head and brushed off the uncanny feeling, dismissing it as a consequence from the tiresome trip and forcing herself to focus on finding the room she shared with ahn na hee and kim so mi, who'd invited her with overwhelming coercion. compared to the elevator ride, figuring out her way to her dormitory was a piece of cake. the girl left her stuff in an empty corner and took the stairs down towards the gymnasium. there, instead of getting scolded by the teacher like she expected, what greeted her was a plethora of different activities performed by her classmates. 

in the middle of the room, a group of students flawlessly danced to the rhythm of the songs reverberating from a large speaker, followed by lee joo young and choi mi na silently fighting for the spotlight, and being interrupted by ko kyung jun, who apparently had nothing better to do than to mess with their practice by turning off the music while his two loyal followers, shin seung bin and kim jin ha, played a very dedicated match of ping-pong.

on opposite corners of the gym, jin da bum, choi joo won, lee yoon seo and oh jung won were consecutively separated in two pairs, all conversing with their respective best friends. up on the second floor, cha yoo joon and park ji soo, who never seemed to stay away from each other, watched from above. on the stage, band members im eun chan, nam yeon woo and baek eun ha dabbled with their instruments to make sure everything was perfectly in tune. lastly, jang hyun ho and kim dong hyun busied themselves by organizing all the sport equipment laying around.

"yoon yn!" called kim jun hee from a large set of tables surrounded by the other members of the student council which, of course, included kim so mi and her friend ahn na hee.

with no sight of their teacher around yn walked stress-free to said table, although not before catching park woo ram pointing his camera right at her, which made the guy hastily turning to film someone else. 

"you're here," the class president stated. "we thought you got lost or something."

"sorry, i got caught up with something." yn replied. she didn't really care about these preparations, but she did promise to help, and yn wasn't the type to use that word lightly.

"yeah! i was going to text you but we've been so busy preparing everything." so mi ranted, sprinkling salt into the wound.

"i can see that," yn commented, deciding to ignore so mi's backhanded scolding.

"what happened, though? did you really get lost?" na hee asked. 

"no, i got stopped by kyung jun."

"oh, right. he was a bit late too now that I think about it."

"is that jackass bothering you again?" hyun ho, who'd come closer to the table just as yn approached, joined in and put a hand on her shoulder.

"no," yes. "everything's fine."

truth be told, yn would rather drop dead than having to deal with kyung jun. however, she knew that telling her classmates about it wouldn't lead to a positive outcome. after all, the only person who had the courage to confront the delinquent was hyun ho, and, given their history, yn was certain his involvement would only make matters worse.

in another area of the bustling gym, the noticeable trio of vandals were causing a ruckus in the corner. as they tossed a basketball back and forth, jin ha hurled the ball at kyung jun, who was too busy gawking at yn's arrival to notice. the ball smacked him right in the chest–a painful reminder of how his focus seemed to always follow after her. 

"shit, my bad!" jin ha exclaimed.

their leader squatted to grab the ball at his feet and got back up only for his gaze to fix back towards the girl who constantly distracted him and, of-fucking-course, hyun ho standing right next to her, as always. the sight made his blood boil and his knuckles turn white as he clenched the basketball in his hands, while his rapid heartbeats deafened any coherent thought telling him to settle down.

seeing this, jin ha and seung bin looked at each other before the latter sighed and came closer to his friend. throwing one arm around his shoulders, he spoke:

"why don't we go outside, man? get your head out the gutter."

"yeah," kyung jun agreed, seeing seung bin was clearly trying his best to support him. perhaps he was right, some air would probably do him good right now. "let's go." was the last thing he said before disappearing through the gymnasium's exit, just in time to miss the teacher entering from the other side.

after informing the class presidents about a problem regarding the other bus full of students set to accompany them on this field trip, he left, clearly in a panic because of the unexpected turn of events.

in the meantime, most of class 2-3 remained in the gymnasium. no more than a few minutes went by before the dancing group, who now were fixing their hair and makeup while sitting on the floor, called yn over. ever since they found out about her break up, the girls had been offered her to go out again and again, an opportunity they took to invite her to join their club with not-so-subtle comments. 

"oh yn, you should hang out with us more!" were the kind of utterances she always received from the class' cheerleaders.

mi na had insisted on brushing yn's hair. taking the empty stop in front of her classmate, she felt the bristles effortlessly flowing through the roots of her hair to its ends. the conversation was an amicable one. the girls often taking their time to butter up yn and saying how cool it'd be to have her in their club–until the self proclaimed hairdresser decided to dive into something she'd been curious about.

"hey yn."

"yeah?" she answered, eyes closed while enjoying the soothing sensation of the hairbrush.

"why did you and kyung jun brake up?"

mi na found herself at a loss for words when she faced the disapproving and critical stares of the entire group. why would you ask that? their glares yelled in silence, making her feel like she just made a terrible mistake.

"that's between him and i, mi na." yn abruptly ended the change of topic.

why did they break up? that's a question she'd been asked countless times ever since her classmates took note of their separation. a query yn remembered avoiding like a plague, long before this trip. only this time, a strange, guttural discomfort buried into every corner of her brain as she noticed a spec of something missing, unable to put together if the same evasion came as a reflex or because she couldn't answer it herself.

"right," mi na's shame, reinforced by the brutal glares of the other girls, took over her face as her cheeks flushed. "sorry."

luckily for her, just as her face morphed into a cherry tomato, a painful ringing roared through the speakers before the absence of light engulfed the high schoolers in deep darkness.

"c'mon! what is this?" one said.

"what's going on?" asked another.

"hey, turn the lights on!" resonated a voice from above.

a loud clang similar to a metal pipe hitting a hard surface echoed over the four walls, followed by the piercing shrieks of several people. helping themselves with the flashlights provided by their phones, the students revealed a white figure in the middle of the room.

"quit joking around." before any more screeches could be heard, hyun ho launched a basketball to the sheeted ghost, making it fall to the ground just as pathetically as your average cartoon villain.

with the precision of a well-rehearsed act, the room was suddenly lit up, revealing the mischievous culprit behind the childish prank. and lo and behold, it was none other than heo yool.

the collection of complaints from everybody present synced in a perfect expression of annoyance and the occasional insult. 

"guys, listen carefully." the class clown™ gathered his classmates' attention as he stood from the ground. "i've heard that, a long time ago, a high school girl killed herself here," he explained, playing the role of a surprisingly talented storyteller. "so there's a few things you should never do: don't look at the mirror and turn around at midnight. and if someone grabs your ankle when you're sleeping, don't look down. if you break these rules," he turned to the group of dancers. "a ghost will pop up!" dashing towards them with the form of a rogish halloween scare actor, he was met with the frightened squeals of the girls.

yn, whose interest in the paranormal had never been deep enough to scare her, grabbed mi na's hairbrush and hurled it towards heo yool. an action that encouraged the rest of the class to throw everything they had at hand, along with some despicable remarks and the teasing laugh of the insufferable rascal.

defeated by heo yool's stunts, the students decided they've had enough as one by one they exited the gym. 

"are you coming, yn?" so mi asked.

the girl nodded before answering, "i'll be there in a minute. i want to get some water first."

at the entrance, so mi and yn parted ways. she approached the water dispenser and took one of the cardboard cups provided by the machine. ever since the lights of the gymnasium had turned off, the girl noticed an unusual taste in her mouth that reminded her of her frightening fever dream at the elevator. she felt it at the back of her neck: something eerily creeping behind her at every given moment. was it possible that heo yool's story actually got under her skin? trying to brush off the uncanny sensation, yn took a sip from the refreshment in her hand.

"yn!" 

the call startled her, making the water get caught up in her throat. she coughed and patted her own chest as the liquid scraped its way down her larynx, like a tiny bug trying to escape a spider's web. once able to compose herself, yn glanced towards the voice.

"im so sorry!" joo won panicked in a stutter, "i didn't mean to do that, are you ok?"

"im fine." she wiped the water from her lips with her long sleeve. 

joo won and his companion standing behind, da bum, stared at her in silence.

"do you want anything or...?" 

a simultaneous no and a yes echoed trough the entrance, followed by a confused frown from the girl and whatever silent conversation the two guys were displaying with their eyes. 

"do you think maybe you could," joo won took his sweet time to mutter his next words, as if scared. "talk with kyung jun?"

"excuse me?"

what the fuck...? did kyung jun put them up to this?

"we just, well," the spokesman of the duo halted. "we gave some money to his friends a few days ago and we just don't want to bother them."

oh.

"so you bother me?" 

"no, no!" da bum spoke promptly and grabbed his friend's arm, pulling him along as he took a few steps to leave. "it's ok, yn. we won't bother you."

joo won released himself from da bum's grasp and walked towards yn. "please," he pleaded, holding one of her hands tightly with both of his. "he'll listen to you."

right as her heart started beating with enough sympathy to care for their situation, the front door opened. seung bin, jin ha and kyung jun walked into the building, the latter playing around with a basketball.

the three delinquents would've kept their saunter if it weren't for yn's presence, which made the group's top dog stop in his tracks. his companions did the same and all stared at the situation unfolding right in front of them. kyung jun's eyes stayed on the hands holding yn and after noticing his threatening glare, joo won leaped away from her.

"what's going on?" asked the fearful leader.

"you owe them money?" yn countered, her eyes flickering between the trio.

"what?" the blonde one laughed, brushing off the accusation. 

"they do!" joo won blamed, but instantly went back to his helpless self when met with the bullies' threatening scowls. "please, i just need it for my tuition."

the firm glare of the girl pierced through the tough act of the tamer vandal, making him drop his facade as he approached the feeble boy, closed fist in the air.

"fuck, man! we're on retreat, why are you asking us for money now?"

"yeah," seung bin joined in, defending his friend. "what are you, a loan shark? we told you we'd give you interests. give us some time, dipshit!"

kyung jun, who'd only taken the role of observer until that moment, put down the basketball he held and intervened to slap both of his lackeys' heads. "did you do sports betting again? huh?"

like scolded puppies, seung bin and jin ha faced the floor as they stepped aside.

"da bum," he called, and the guy lifted his head to stare at the bully. "did you lend them money too?"

"huh?" as kyung jun stalked closer, da bum's heart raced faster with every step. his eyes frantically scanned the room, desperately seeking any distraction from the intimidating figure slowly closing in on him. "yes. but i can wait for my money. there's no rush." with a lump in his throat, da bum braced himself for whatever was coming next.

"how much?" kyung jun's open hand grabbed the side of da bum's face, forcing the terrified boy to look right at him. "ill pay you back."

"you will?" da bum stuttered.

"of course," his grin turned into something sinister, which allowed only da bum to see because of their proximity. "in return play basketball with me, yeah?"

he faintly smacked his victim's face twice before coming up to yn. "everything's alright here, yn. see? no need for this." kyung jun reached out to hold her hand but she pulled away before any contact could be made. 

was she really so revolted by him she wouldn't even let him touch her? accepting his defeat, kyung jun hid his hands inside his jacket's pockets. 

"right," yn looked at da bum and joo won, who were currently being pushed around by the other two, before turning back to kyung jun. "in that case, i'll get going." 

"you're not coming with me?" just as yn started to walk away, his words pulled her back in.

"i'd rather not."

"are you sure?"

with a swift nod, kyung jun signaled seung bin and jin ha to go ahead and, bringing along the poor students they were about to torment, they disappeared down the hallway.

they were left alone, just like kyung jun liked it. only them, with nothing and no one around to interrupt their precious time together.

not a single second did he stop looking into her fiery eyes, which only seemed to hold a hostility that antagonized his own devoted regard.

"it's almost midnight."

both held each other's gaze, which kyung jun took as an invitation to step towards the girl. he stopped right in front of her and, unfortunately, yn's heart betrayed her mind as she internally screamed for it to cease its raising beats. 

kyung jun's hands raised to yn's face, completely forgetting her previous rejection. for a second, he thought of apologizing, since she'd made it clear time and time again how much she now despised his presence. but how could he apologize for something he was barely conscious of? he couldn't help himself, not when she was merely inches away, not with her. maybe if he insisted–if he didn't give up–she'd finally understand why staying apart was never the world's plan. 

"you promised me. remember?"

his hands were close. so close he could feel his fingertips grace her cheeks, a touch so minuscule, yet enough to make his skin crawl with anticipation. 

he was too close. 

yn stepped back just as she felt the fleeting spark. she would be dammed if she ever allowed him to touch her again, in more ways than one. or at least that's what she told herself as she fell right into another one of his tricks. kyung jun knew her well; too well for her liking. and with such measly words she found herself helplessly cornered by her own self-discipline and morals.

fucking bastard.

up in the vast dormitory area of the resort center, different groups of people were each caught up in their own conversations, without a single care in the world or the impending sinister feeling hanging over their heads like an invisible wrecking ball about to crash and destroy every single thing they ever cared for.

in her room, lee yoon seo was finally able to lose herself in her novel when her phone pinged. slightly annoyed by the distraction she took a closer look to her home screen, which displayed an app in process of downloading.

"i told you i didn't need this." she showed the screen to her roommate.

"it wasn't me." jung won answered, just as astounded.

our perspective changes and now we observe a group of various students, all gathered in one room. the class couple, the cheerleaders and members of the student council all sharing snacks and stories between them in perfect harmony until a knock interrupted. 

"come in!" allowed the vice president.

"hey guys," the door opened, reavealing hyun ho accompanied by his best friend, dong hyun, who stayed on the hallway behind him. "has anyone seen yn?"

"how come you don't know? you're always following her." mocked woo ram before taking a handful of chips from one of the various bags scattered around the room.

"you're one to talk." ji soo muttered, which provoked woo ram to throw a scrambled napkin her way.

"i'm serious." hyun ho replied, "i've tried texting her but this wifi doesn't even work."

"she told me she was going to get some water, isn't she downstairs?" just as so mi finished her sentence, one by one every phone in the room chimed.

notifications spread throughout the resort like a 14th century pandemic, resonating around every room as if imitating the never ending bells that announced the beginning of the end.

back in the gymnasium, joo won stood shaking below the basketball hoop with his friend by his side, eyes shut tight as neither dared watch the nearing hit from the ball.

"joo won, stay right there." kyung jun sneered as he prepared himself to throw. he looked up, targeting the net as he bent his knees, faked a jump, and sent the ball right into the boy's stomach.

joo won kneeled in pain, groaning and grasping his abdomen with both hands in his best attempt to soothe the aching sensation puncturing his body.

yn watched the situation unfold as she sat on the rubber gym flooring, otherwise cold if it weren't for seung bin's zip-up laid out below her. it had been kyung jun who'd instructed the blondie to give up his hoodie, since yn declined on taking his own. not a single word was heard from the girl ever since stepping into the gym as the trio took turns tormenting their two victims, until now.

"i didn't come here for this, kyung jun."

almost ten minutes had passed and she was still waiting for kyung jun to approach her and start the conversation he so adamantly pushed onto her.

"c'mon yn, let me give it one more shot."

he must've lost his fucking mind, thinking he had her wrapped around his finger to waste her time in such a way. fed up, yn got up and snatched the basketball out of his hands before throwing it away. it rolled towards jin ha, who immediately picked it up to quite the sound of the bouncing that only seemed to raise the tension of the ex-lovers' quarrel.

yn opened her mouth to give kyung jun an ultimatum, a last opportunity out of her remaining patience, when a sudden ding emitted out of her skirt's pocket. she would've payed no mind to it if it weren't for the other five identical sounds that propagated right after.

each person in the room took out their phones and faced their screens, which displayed a virtual envelope eagerly waiting to be opened. 

TAP TO VIEW YOU ROLE, read the text below.

"wasn't this the resort's app?" asked jin ha, to nobody in particular.

resort's app? 

she never knew about any app.

"mafia?" seung bin laughed from his spot at the floor and showed his screen. "what's this about?"

"what the fuck is this?" kyung jun mumbled with a frown, clearly confused.

yn brought one hand to the back of her neck as the abnormal sensation from minutes ago reappeared. goosebumps started breaking out throughout her skin and every cell on her body seemed to tremble uncontrollably while she stared at the little black mirror on her hand. which, as she would soon find out, reflected the last version of herself with any shred of purity.

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[randomlifex]

Exceptions

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Go Kyungjun x fem!reader

Plot:even bullies have a soft spot. You may be in Kyungjun’s.

Warnings:mentions of death and fear

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Red lights flashing everywhere in the gym. People were screaming, crying, accusing each other of who murdered who while a robotic voice kept repeating the same words:

“Citizens must identify and vote for the Mafia”

“Citizens must identify and vote for the Mafia”

It was an unstoppable loop in which you found yourself paralysed…like always,like in any other situation. Fear to you meant stopping,it didn’t matter if the solution was running;your body would stay still,your brain would break any connection of thoughts. Emptiness. Eyes as pieces of glasses reflecting the world around you.

You were sitting on the ground, surrounded by people running everywhere to get their phones back. They were supposed to be collected into the bean Kyunjun had brought there earlier, but someone had hit it and the objects had scattered all over the place. Your classmates were dying like butterflies shook by the electricity of a lamp as the robotic voice would reveal the identities of those who had passed.

Citizen

Citizen

Citizen

Mafia

What even was a mafia? What even was that game? Could you call that a game? It wasn’t.

Your lips started shaking:you had to get up,find your phone and vote for someone, but you couldn’t. A girl fell dead next to you,her empty eyes staring into your soul. Fuck,that was what you would’ve looked in a few minutes? Terrible.

“Move,do something” you repeated yourself. Your body was out of command. Your jaw started shaking and your eyes burning, but somehow tears didn’t seem to be ready to roll down your cheeks.

A guy ran past you, unwillingly hitting your arm with his leg:your body shook, however you still didn’t move.

That was your end, you were sure, there was no more hope in your heart until…a hand grabbed your shoulder.

“What the heck are you doing, idiot?!” Kyungjun mumbled, chaining his eyes with yours. You didn’t answer.

“Where’s your phone?” he asked. Still no answer.

“You’re gonna die!”. Again, no answer.

Kyungjun sighed in disbelief as he grabbed your wrist, trying to get you up from the ground. Your legs answered to the strength of his arms, but it wasn’t enough to make you run like any other student in that gym.

“What’s your phone?” the boy asked again

“It’s…it’s…”

“What is it? Come on,you’ve got no time left!” he tried to encourage you. It took you a second, but then you finally whispered the model of your phone to him.

In a rush, the guy started looking around until he saw your phone in a forgotten corner. He grabbed it and came back to you.

“Vote for someone. It doesn’t matter who, just vote” he told you, resting his hand on the back of your hips. You nodded unsure, voting for the first name on the screen.

A few more bodies fell, a girl got executed and then…silence. No more screams, no more rush, nothing. Your body slowly started functioning again, even tho the response to that wasn’t good.

Your legs lost the strength to support you as you fell on the ground again, scratching your knees and the palm of your hands while trying to not get too much hurt.

“Damn” you whispered, tears were finally wetting your pretty face.

Kyugjun looked at you from above:he hated the feeling rising in his chest, that little burning sparkle that somehow made him melt at your sight; but he couldn’t do anything about it. He was framed; he couldn’t escape, he couldn’t push back that protective instinct he had towards you, so he just kneeled down to your height, sliding some strands of your hair behind your hear.

“You need to control your fear or you’re gonna die” he whispered. Those words weren’t the right ones, he knew, but he wasn’t great at helping people…he was supposed to put them into troubles. He was a destroyer, not a healer…but with you, damn, with you he couldn’t even think about being the punk that he was.

He wiped your tears away with the back of his hand and gently hit your your shoulder

“Let’s go where there are no bodies” he said,helping you standing up and leading you to the infirmary. You sat on a bed, watching as the boy began to open cupboards and drawers.

“Here it is” he said,placing a first aid kit next to you. He grabbed a disinfectant and a few plasters, medicating the scratches on your knees and hands.

Once he was done he brushed the dust away from your uniform and gently grabbed your leg to fix the socks which had fallen down. His fingers brushed against your skin, giving your shivers and an odd feeling of safety.

“You’re okay now” he said, standing right in front of you

“Thank you” you mumbled, staring at the ground as you were so shy that you could barely hold eye contact with him

“Are you scared of me?” he asked, stepping back.

You rose your head, shaking it

“No, I’m just…confused. I didn’t expect you to act like this” you whispered, holding onto the cloth of your skirt.

Kyungjun gulped, scratching the back of his neck:

“I do sometimes make exceptions-he smirked, caressing your cheek-do you wanna be that exception?” he then asked.

You felt your cheeks burning as you hid your face in between your hands; Kyungjun laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. Your head rested on his chest while he ruffled your hair

“I’ll take it as a yes, little thing”

[stormdragon23]

Solo Leveling characters singing "All I Want for Christmas is You"

Merry Christmas!

I'm not doing something this big again for a while-

Probably spent more time organizing the characters than making the video itself

Go Gunhee's watching the whole thing with his wife

[na-miraxx]

ᓚ⚝ᗢ : 🗯 ꗃ

[magicaldragons]

you can take the boy out of the gay,

but you can't take the gay out of the boy.

— the tasty florida, 2021 // night has come, 2023

[woominutes]

→ cha woomin | 차우민

[manawari]

[dykedivorce]

GOOD PARTNER | Han Yuri and Jung Woojin being equally in love with Cha Eunkyung

[dreamsandstars24]

nIGHT HAS COME-EPISODE 7,8,9,10 AND 11 (PART 1)

EPISODE 7 (Up there)

EPISODE 8 UP THRERE - I promise this is not a BL.

[tinnchan]

DR ROMANTIC 3 (2023): Episode 1 & 2 directed by Yu In-Sik

[divineei]

# ko kyung jun / night has come

[randomlifex]

He gave you his sweater

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Go Kyungjun x fem!reader

Plot:so pretty and talented, always in everyone’s thoughts…but what happens when Wooram confesses his feelings? Someone’s not happy about it…

Warnings:swearing

This story is based on two requests: req 1-req 2

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No lessons, students running from a classroom to another with boxes and decorations in their hands. It meant only one thing:concert day!

Like every other year, your school had organised a concert to celebrate the beginning of the winter break.

It was rehearsal day, and you were particularly nervous since, apparently, you were the main performer of the night.

Your music teacher used to say that your talent in singing and playing piano was a blessing from even together with your graceful beauty, so he had decided that you would’ve been the star of the event.

You greeted a few of your classmates approaching you as soon as you stepped in the school hallway; then you ran to the theatre where everything was already set.

“Hi yn!” Wooram smiled at you when he saw you sitting at the piano

“Hi” you replied

“Are you ready for tonight?”

“Yes! Just…a little nervous” you fixed your hair, starting to play.

You were so lost in music that you didn’t notice the boy grabbing his camera and starting recording you; nor you noticed how he was mesmerised by your movements.

It was nothing new, to be honest, that was everyone’s reaction anytime they saw you playing; however you had never bragged about it nor made it your biggest flex. You were pretty down to earth and all you cared about was your passion.

A passion that, apparently, lead everyone to you…including the bully of the school: Go Kyungjun, whose attitude softened anytime you smiled to him or simply said hi.

So, when he saw you playing, he couldn’t avoid stopping by to enjoy a preview of the concert. His mind was lost in your music; his eyes followed any single swish of your hair and movements of your hands, even the smallest, even the least noticeable shake of your shoulders.

You looked like an angel, he thought, and his heart was beating so fast. Everything was perfect, there was only one detail off:that jerk of Park Wooram staring at you with the eyes of a puppy who had just fell in love.

Nauseous and mad, it made Kyungjun nauseous and mad. He knew half of the boys had a crush on you, but he didn’t care that much since they were all too shy to approach you, including Wooram. Or at least, that was what he thought; his mind had changed not that long ago when he noticed how he slowly started to be constantly around you, helping you anytime you needed something and making you laugh all day.

Kyungjun’s jaw clenched thinking at a possible love story between you and a boy who wasn’t him, especially if the boy in question was Park Wooram. You deserved way better than a frog who thought he was special just because he owned a camera.

“Brilliant!” Wooram exclaimed as soon as you had finished playing, making Kyungjun startle.

You bowed, smiling and thanking your classmate who stepped on the stage to talk to you.

“I think you’re ready for tonight”

“I’m not sure actually, I’m so scared to mess something up”

“You don’t have to worry -he put some strands of your hair behind your hear- you will nail it”

“Thank you” you said, sneezing

“Are you okay? Be careful or you’ll get a cold! You have to perform”

“Oh it’s okay, don’t worry. It’s just cold in here, that’s why I sneezed” you laughed

“Got you” Wooram smiled, taking off his sweater to slide it on your shoulders.

At the sight, Kyungjun stepped in the theatre, faking a cough.

“Kyungjun!” you waved at him, making Wooram turn around. You couldn’t see it, but a disappointment expression had just appeared on his face

“Am I interrupting something? -the bully glared at the other boy- I just wanted to compliment you”

“No, it’s okay -Wooram said- I’ll talk to you later yn. Do you mind meeting me during lunchtime? I’ve got something important to tell you”.

You nodded, greeting Wooram who walked away.

Kyungjun looked at him, then he turned to you:

“My hoodie’s warmer than that… you know” he cleared his throat

“It’s okay, I’m almost done here anyway, I’ll come back later during the evening, but what about you? What are you doing here?” you smiled, resting your chin on the palm of your hand. Kyungjun gulped, pretending that everything was fine, but there were so many things going in his mind at such a pretty sight.

“Nothing to be honest, I stopped by because I heard you playing”

That comment made your heart flatter. Everyone was scared of Kyungjun, but with you he was always nice. He wasn’t a sunshine, nor the friendliest or least intimidating person on earth…but between you two there was something that clicked.

“I understand. Well, I can play again for you before meeting Wooram -you paused- I wonder what he has to tell me” you furrowed your eyebrows

“You can’t imagine it?” Kyungjun mumbled, without looking at you

“Excuse me?” you asked

“Nothing. Let me hear you one more time”

You sighed, playing your song again; then, once you were done, you met with Wooram.

You were sitting at the desk of an empty class when the boy appeared. He greeted you with a smile and then sat next to you.

“Hello -you bit your sandwich- thank you for the sweater” you gave the object back to its owner

“Anytime you need”

“What do you wanna talk about?” you asked

“Well…it’s really important to me” he held your hand.

In that moment something inside you clicked as fear started growing:how could you not understand that?! The jokes, the compliments, the sweater…“fuck” you thought, how could you get out of that situation without hurting him? You were sure Wooram had feelings for you, but you didn’t have any for him. Maybe for someone else…but just maybe.

“Are you sure we have to talk about it right now then? You know it’s a busy day, I don’t have that much time…” you tried to get away with an excuse, but you failed

“It won’t take that long yn, I just need to tell you the truth -he breathed in and out- I really like you…and not in a friendly way, if you get it. I can’t get you out of my mind, you’re always so beautiful, talented and kind. I love you yn, and I’ve been thinking about this for a while:would you like to become my girlfriend?” Wooram leaned in, waiting for your answer.

What the fuck could you tell him now?! Thoughts started rushing in your mind, they were as fast as horses running a race:you could barely catch one.

“I…I need to think about it -you unwillingly spat out- you know we haven’t been that close for so long…I need to know people well before rushing into a relationship” you hoped he understood,avoiding being hurt; and, most of all, you hoped he would’ve forgotten about that stupid idea…but it never happened.

In the next days he kept texting you, asking if you had an answer, or if he had to do something more to know each other better. The situation was getting stressful, so stressful that you ended up venting with the first person you had around: Go Kyungjun. The two of you were pretty close after all, so it came out naturally…but so did his reaction.

“Oh really? You didn’t expect that? Don’t act dumb yn” the boy scoffed, he was mad

“Excuse me?! -you raised your voice, thankfully no one was around- how could I get that?!”

“Really?! Like…do I have to explain that to you?! Didn’t you notice how he looked at you? Or that constantly being nice? Come on, no one acts like that with someone they don’t like”

“That’s bullshit! Everyone is nice to me,what am I supposed to think? That everyone is in love with me?” you crossed your arms, rolling your eyes

“Bingo! Welcome between us little yn!” Kyungjun growled, mumbling something against Wooram after that

“What have you just said?!” you demanded

“You heard”

“No, not that stupid idea of yours, the thing after that”

“Nothing”

“Spit it out”

The brunette rolled his eyes:

“I said that I can’t stand him. He’s a fucking idiot”

“There aren’t many people that you like Kyungjun, it’s nothing new”

“No you don’t get me…he really gets on my nerves. He’s just an annoying jerk who feels like God while recording the first thing he sees. Embarrassing” his jaw was clenched and his arms crossed.

You stared at him fir a while, giggling as soon as you understood everything.

“Are you jealous of Wooram?” you demanded

“Me? Jealous of him? Freaking hell,no”

“Then why you hate him so much? -you paused, stepping closer- come on, tell me”

“I just hate his attitude. As I said before, who he thinks he is?! Even when he gave you his sweater. That was so dumb, he’s not your boyfriend…he’s just an idiot” Kyungjun scoffed, shrugging his shoulders. He didn’t realise what he had just said, it took him a while, but then he realised he had fucked up.

You tilted your head, laughing; then you connected all the dots:

“Are you jealous of how he acts with me? No way! You really are!” you exclaimed

“I am not”

“Liar”

“I’m not jealous of him. Why would I be?!” Kyungjun rose his voice

“You tell me!” you bit back.

The silence fell in the classroom as your eyes were chained to the boy’s, the tips of your noses almost brushing against each for how much close the two of you were.

“So?” you suddenly whispered, Kyungjun bit his lip

“Nothing” he faked it again.

You rolled your eyes, giving up

“Whatever -you mumbled- I’m done wasting time” you turned around, ready to leave, when Kyungjun grabbed your waist, making you sit on the desk.

“Where are you going?” he asked, you faces were, once again, extremely close…so close that you could feel his warm breath caressing your cheeks

“Dealing with Wooram, what am I supposed to do? He’s been texting me nonstop. I’m t-“

You had no time to end the sentence that the boy slammed his lips against yours. His thumb rested on your chin while his free hand slid up, along your thigh, resting on your hip

“There’s one thing you have to do- Kyungjun whispered with his lips stained by your pinky lipstick- tell him that you’ve got a boyfriend and he shouldn’t mess with him”

[lunedits]

true beauty (2020)

[staysinvegas]

When I realized why kyung Jun seemed so familiar in the middle of ep4-

Can you believe this guy is literally seo haewon from tasty florida???

How do you go from

To

[na-miraxx]

Am I the only one who thinks they look alike???

[rosyfingered-moon]

they are the blueprint